Friction      nightclubs, nightstalkers   fast women, fast talkers   loose lips, loose limbs   the lovely loveless   sunset to sunrise   black dresses, black eyes   tangles of tangos   hot hands, hot thighs      why can I never get you?   theres a sea of bodies between us.   I recall the first time i saw you -    not a dance hall - but a crowded bus.   pressed against the scent of stale sweat -    friction!       vampires and witches   steal bloody red kisses   in go-go boots, itailin suits;   they always dress to kill.   they spin their umbrellas,    they dance a tarantella..   but im not here for them   I only come here to watch you.   I want to make your acquaintance,    to escort - to be a gentleman.   I want to rub up against you..   like those scoundrels -    like those wolves do.    they run in packs -    in saabs and SUVS.      oh, these pounding dance clubs.    this friction between us.   how you throw your body,    its so moving..   but never toward me.      still, I always seem to read    between the beat.